With rocks that you had thrown,
Then piled sharp sticks of sly deceit
That reeked of false cologne.
To suffer at the stake,
Your power to prove to all around,
My confidence to shake.
Your heart was stony flint.
Despite our sparks, another catch
Ensnared you with a hint.
And cause a soul to bleed.
More lethal than the archer’s dart,
In attitude and deed.
I’ve stepped outside the stones.
No kindling will I allow,
Your arsenal of rage.
For I’ve discovered higher goal,
Without a pressure gage.
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